Copenhagen is cool. Way cooler than I would have expected, but maybe you expect it to be really cool, in which case it is as cool as you expect, probably. Anyway, me and a few friends and my big bro headed to Copenhagen for the weekend and we had endless funs. I recommend it muchly. The Louisiana Museum of Modern Art is amazing. Christiania is weird.

I didn’t think it would be. I think this was mainly because I thought I was getting anxiety over the prospect of a ‘school trip’, but it turned out the reason I felt like being sick all over my new Ikea home-built furniture was because I had eaten too much granola before my morning swim. ANYWAY, it was incred.

Brussels is B-E-A-YOO-TIFUL and Antwerp is surprisingly groovy with a huge selection of healthy cafes and restaurants (kind of surprising, no?)

If I were to narrow it down to my favourite moments on my trip it would be:

When I discovered ‘Robuust’ – The Zero Waste shop. Where I purchased my two kilo’s of cashew nuts that i wrongly assumed would last me more than 24 hours.

When I ordered ‘two mojitos’ for my friend at a bar in Brussels and received the response ‘two metres of what?’

Discovering Hunting and Collecting in Brussels – my new favourite shop, separate post on this later.

When my friend Lucy was sick on the train on the way home from eating too many chocolates and waffles

The flea market in Brussels

Possibly the entire trip.

If you had sent me on this trip a year ago I would have been too crippled by my anxiety that I highly doubt I would have been able to make it. Making good friends, in under a year, who you can trust enough to spend time with in a foreign country is a BLESSING. I love all the people I have met on my post-school endeavours. Well done guys. Good stuff. (Still love y’all back home though).

Originally chosen to get my ‘creative juices’ flowing before my photography course in New York (at The New School (where Diane Arbus taught (which I didn’t know..))) umm where was I… THIS book turned out to be not only an inspiration for my work but super interesting in its examination of Arbus’s early life and marriage. Arbus is known for her photographs of retardates and other controversial subjects and the book covers her inspiration, concepts and technical processes without any censorship (interesting section on Arbus’s love for her menstrual cycle…) Not for the faint-hearted the story of Arbus’s life is haunted by continuous bouts of depression which end up crippling the artist to the point of her self-inflicted death. Spoiled it. Soz.